Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry – 4th October, 2023** I’m 69 years old now, and I’ve earned the right to speak my truth—secrets

I woke up at 4 a.m. to make pancakes for my grandkids—but what waited for me at my son’s doorstep shattered my heart.

I wake at four in the morning to make pancakes for my grandchildren—but what awaits me at my son’s doorstep

I woke up at 4 in the morning to make pancakes for my grandkids—but what waited for me at my son’s front

Last night they came again, the two of them together—my mother and mother-in-law—their pleas tearing

I’m 69 now, and I reckon I’ve earned the right to speak my truth—secrets I can’t keep bottled up any longer.

At 69 years old, I’ve earned the right to speak my truth—secrets I can no longer bury. In a quiet coastal

I was 49, with two grown-up children and a husband I adored—until he chose a younger woman and shattered

I’m 49, with two grown-up children and a husband I adored—until he chose a younger woman and shattered

At 49, with two grown children and a loving husband, I thought life was perfect—until he chose someone